"I have been going up the mountain since I was a child. As early as my young age, I have become accustomed to hearing the cries of the birds behind the Taoist temple. The young master may not know it, but after hearing the birdsong for three to five years in a row, I can tell the difference between the cries. Which one it is? Either the one with three feathers on its head, or the one with the widest wings. They are all completely different. Some are high-pitched and piercing the air, or some are low-pitched and hard to distinguish. Once it reaches my ears, I can figure it out. The look of that bird.”
The Taoist's drinking capacity was obviously very light. After only a few sips of wine, his eyes became a little distracted. He was obviously looking at the young man sitting opposite him, but he seemed to be seeing a bird behind him, fluttering its wings and leaping into the sky.
"These ordinary birds naturally don't have many years to live, maybe three or two years, or four or five years. At first I could distinguish the singing birds, and then most of them were replaced, but only in the Taoist temple. The incense and the sound of singing sutras flow endlessly, lingering around the ears for ten years." The Taoist drank another drink, with an unconcerned expression, and laughed with Yun Zhong, "Probably at the age of the young master, he started to listen. The old Taoist who I started with finally spent years and years of scriptures wearing away the few remaining years of his life. Everyone in the Taoist temple was the old Taoist priest who watched the crane drive to the west, bringing great blessings, but I didn't see anyone. Riding a crane, the sky is still long, the Taoist temple is still a Taoist temple, and the birds are still dormant behind the temple, and they are chirping from time to time. I can't tell which bird is chirping, and I am tired of hearing it."
"At the end of the day, you are not always satisfied with what you want, so why not learn Taoism and seek immortality?" The Taoist priest asked the waiter to fill a pot of wine, pulled the handle of the pot, and took another sip. When Tuiyue entered his mouth, his face turned red from the rampant spicy energy. , but did not forget to continue, "At that time, I realized that there is no such thing as immortality. I realized that flowers are the same every year, and birds are different every year. The so-called seeking Tao is just asking for peace of mind. Where can I find it?" What is true immortality? How can there be immortals who can really fly away on cranes and transcend the vicissitudes of the world? It’s just nonsense.”
Yun Zhong remained silent and drank a bowl of wine alone.
Death and Life are really the biggest in the world, and Yao usually talks a lot. The young man couldn't figure out how to speak to this different fake Taoist in front of him.
If you can't comfort yourself, how can you comfort others.
The Taoist also noticed the young man's thoughts, grinned, sipped his wine, waved his hands and said, "As soon as I say what I said today, and you hear it, stop here. Don't think about the details. If you step into If you take the wrong path and ruin your practice, isn't it the fault of becoming a poor person?"
"Actually, no matter how old you are, you will always think about things related to life and death." Yun Zhong swallowed Tueyue, only to feel that the place where the best wine was not Yu Fang's arrogance when he imported it, it was not as good as Qi Zhenzhong's. The most wonderful thing about Sanqiu is that in one turn and one turn, it can actually change the original reckless taste in the mouth into a graceful and supple one. It is rare that the wine enters the stomach. Qiuhu does not move too violently, but only trembles slightly. After two times, he ignored it and said, "Speaking of this, Taoist Master should not call him Little Master. Firstly, he cannot afford it. Secondly, he is not a member of the Taoist sect. Furthermore, in terms of age and experience, he is clearly a junior. .”
"My hometown is to the west and north of Shangqi. It is an unknown town. There is probably no inn to this day, only a teahouse. What I see on weekdays is nothing more than a few old houses and a school that has not been repaired for many years. , there is an unknown stream at the entrance of the town. Now that I think about it, maybe it is not even the last stream of the river. It is probably a mountain spring flowing down from the distant mountains. It has been washed continuously for many years, and then it has carved out a smooth road." This young man is so skilled. Holding the table, holding wine in one hand, chattering, just like an old man talking about homely things outside the village, talking lightly.
"It's such a remote town that even passers-by don't want to stop. There are stalls outside the alleys, and women who can't afford gold and silver but have calluses on their fingers teach their children a lesson. There are so many smokes in the alleys. It's far worse than in the rivers and lakes. Strange mountains, lofty mountains, and misty clouds.”
"But this place looks great to others," the young man said after crossing the two seas and the moon fading. His back was straight and straight, and he looked to the northwest, regardless of the floor covering his eyes. " What I am saying about not being able to achieve immortality is actually that apart from my own dissatisfaction, my biggest dissatisfaction is that it is difficult for my relatives to stay in this world for a long time."
"What I hate is not that the birds' songs are different every year, but that the person who takes the lead in singing in the Taoist temple is someone else, but I still haven't memorized the scriptures clearly."
The Taoist raised a pair of drunken eyes, as if he wanted to use his drunkenness to argue a few words, and rubbed the wet wine on the Taoist robe, but he forgot how to answer the question.
"I'm afraid the word "regret" can only be fulfilled by making the dead person live forever." The young man steadily picked up the wine bowl and drank several cups in a row. The waiter who was sitting aside was shocked and confused. The moon is not very intoxicating. I have been working at this wine stall four times in ten years, and I have never seen a wine bug that can drink like a cow. However, judging from the appearance of the wine bug, this wine bug is only a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. I tried to persuade him, but I was stopped by the already drunk Taoist who raised his hexagram flag and glared at me crookedly. "It's the time when you want to drink. What's the point of coming here to spoil the fun? Even if you drink too much, the wine money will naturally cost you half a penny." , just don’t worry about it.”
Then he turned to the young man with a smile on his face again, "Go on, I hope Pindao doesn't call out those little master's calls in vain."
However, Yun Zhong stopped talking and asked for nineteen bowls of moon wine one after another. He drank no more than a drop of wine, his face turned red, he put his head on one hand and smiled, "What else can I say? I can't regret the debt I owe." Still, he will not live forever, and behind him he will be nothing but ignorant; the leaves of the locust willow will fall down one after another, and they will accumulate for several months and become the same as the mud. So what. In the past, the south wind was seen on the branches moving the spring mountains, and the cloud shadows melted into the green water. , The egret flies leisurely across the sky, even if its leaves turn into spring mud and its shape is invisible, can it be said that it has never left the world?"
"The bird leaves no space, but leaves its mark." The Taoist laughed when he heard this, "I think that if the young master enters the Taoist sect, he may be able to go very far."
The young man rolled his eyes at the Taoist and said, "I'm not one of them. I have senior brothers and masters, and there are hundreds of kinds of good wines in the world. I'm a Taoist, but it's not interesting. I have to walk around in this world free and easy no matter what, so that I can live up to my birthright." It’s hard to find something worthy of it, but it will always be in your heart if you don’t regret it.”
Nineteen, the moon fades from the sea bowl, and everything is clear and clear. Although I am full of drunkenness, the wind and rain are clear in front of me.
"Good argument." The Taoist called the waiter and asked for money for the drink. However, he was obviously very drunk, but his eyes were fixed on the young man. He coughed twice and said, "I haven't opened a business in the past two days. I am very short of money. I want to Why don’t you lend the little master’s money for a use and pay it back later?”
The young man glared, "What are you talking about? We all pay for the drinks. We are not familiar with each other, so we don't want to take advantage."
He immediately left his money behind and walked away.
